I have had major writer's block-scratch that-writer's apathy while writing this chapter! Hope you don't mind that its a little short.

When Doctor McCoy went into sickbay the next morning, he was whistling idly and had the goofiest grin on his face, yet he found he didn't care. Nothing was going to sour his mood that day.

"Good morning, Christine," he said contentedly.

"Well aren't you chipper today?" the nurse replied. Talking about McCoy's love life had become a lot less awkward since she had gotten over her crush on Spock and gotten with Uhura.

"Yes, I most certainly am," he agreed, sitting down at his desk without so much as groaning at the paper work that had piled up on it overnight.

Chapel followed him into his office. "So I take it the honeymoon went well?"

"It wasn't the honeymoon!" Bones insisted. "But yes, last night went well, in fact something happened that I wanted to talk to you about."

Chapel's eyes widened a bit as she took a step back. "I didn't ask for details!"

"No, no, nothing like that, Jesus! All I'm trying to say is that Jim, Spock, and I had an interesting conversation last night," he smiled coyly.

"What about?"

"We were talking about… having a baby."

The nurse's eyes widened once again. "A baby? Leonard, that's wonderful!"

Another smile spread across the doctor's lips. "Yeah, it really is."

"How much have you talked about it? Do you know when you're going to do it or who's going to carry it? Isn't it going to be hard raising a child on a starship?"

McCoy sighed. "Those are all still things we have to discuss. All we really know right now is that all of us want a baby."

"Well, that's still wonderful," she said, going over to him and giving him a hug.

"Thanks, Christine. There is one problem though," he said.

"What?"

"There's three of us. Science hasn't gotten that far yet. Sure, two men can have a baby, but three?"

"Well, think about the Tevisians. They have males, females, and carriers. The carriers don't contribute any DNA to the baby, but it's still their baby," Chapel pointed out.

"I suppose you can look at it that way. But you could also look at it from the human point of view: The person carrying the baby is just a surrogate," frowned McCoy.

"But with you, Jim, and Spock, one of you wouldn't be just a surrogate. You're all married. You'd all be fathers," she assured him.

He nodded. "You're right. God, Christine, you don't know how long I've wanted to have another baby. I can't believe it might actually happen now! I've got to talk to Jim and Spock!"

"Well you'll have to do that after shift, looks like Ensign Wilde just walked in with a broken arm," said Chapel, peering out the door to McCoy's office.

The doctor sighed. "Well, back to the daily grind." He got up from his desk and made his way into sickbay. "Ensign Wilde, what can I do for you this time?"

"Hey, Spock?"

"Yes, t'hy'la?"

"You were serious about… wanting to have a kid last night, right?"

"Of course, Jim. What reason would I have to lie?"

"I know you weren't lying. But it was the middle of the night and Leonard was really upset. I'm just making sure you still feel that way," clarified Jim.

"Do you still want a child, Jim?"

"I've been thinking about it pretty much all night. And I really do," the captain decided. "But there are some concerns. A starship is no place for a child."

"That is also my main concern. However there are other children aboard the ship and the Enterprise is said to have the best on-board school of any ship in Starfleet," pointed out Spock.

Realizing they were almost to the bridge, Jim stopped the lift so they could continue their conversation. "But we're always getting into trouble! What if Klingons blow us up? What if the baby finds a phaser and shoots itself?"

Spock put his hands on Jim's shoulders to calm him. "Jim, though it is true we are often in trouble, you always manage to get us out somehow. I believe you would stop at nothing to save our child if he or she were ever in danger. Also, there is danger everywhere. If we raised our child on Earth we could easily be killed in a hover car accident or any other number of tragedies."

"How is that supposed to make me feel any better?"

"I am simply trying to show you that there will be danger wherever we chose to raise our child. That is a risk we take when bringing life into the world. It is unavoidable," the half-Vulcan said softly.

Jim sighed and nodded. "You're right. How do you think Bones feels about raising a kid on the Enterprise?"

"We shall have to discuss this with him later. However, I feel that Leonard's mind is set," said Spock.

"I know my mind is set," said Jim, wrapping his arms around his husband's neck. "You and me and Bones are going to have… awesome sex… and then we're going to have an awesome baby." Jim moved in and closed the distance between Spock's lips and his own.

The Vulcan's hands wandered down Jim's back and the captain wrapped his legs around Spock's hips. "Oh God, Spock. I didn't know the awesome sex was going to happen in the lift."

The Vulcan pulled back up put up an eyebrow. "Would you like me to stop, Captain?"

"Oh God no, Mr. Spock," Jim moaned, grinding his hips against the Vulcan's.

Spock smirked a little smirk and resumed kissing his husband. It wasn't long before Spock backed them up to lean against the wall of the lift. However, as he was quite preoccupied, he didn't realize that he had hit the start button. …That is, until the lift doors opened to reveal the bridge.

After an awkward moment, Uhura cleared her throat. Spock pulled away and Jim jumped off of him as if they were on fire. Flustered, Spock blushed bright green and Jim straightened his gold uniform. Deciding to play it cool, the captain sauntered onto the bridge as if nothing had happened. The crew members all embarrassedly averted their gazes.

"What?" asked Jim when he realized no one was looking at him. "Hey, at least we had clothes on this time!"

Uhura had never seen Spock greener.

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